The tension in the room was suffocating, with Ariana still sitting on the living room chair, her gaze sharp and unwavering. She clearly had no intention of letting me off the hook, and Sauron's mocking laughter echoed in my mind.
"Mortal," Sauron's voice hissed, "her presence threatens the balance of the Ring. Either make her leave, or…"
His tone lengthened, pausing deliberately, "...use power to solve the problem."
"Shut up," I muttered, glancing at Ariana. Her expression was chilling, her eyes not missing a single movement.
"Lorne," she said slowly, her voice low but filled with authority. "Do you want me to trust you, or should I find out the truth myself?"
"I..." I tried to speak but realized I had no idea how to explain.
Just then, the Ring suddenly emitted a faint but piercing light. Ariana immediately stood up, her hand moving to her waist. She was evidently very sensitive to the Ring's reactions.
